Tony Hinchcliffe

Tony Hinchcliffe delivers standup at a slow, nasal pace. He treats the audience like a classroom that needs to be corralled, pacing the stage with a posture that suggests he is already bored with the conversation. He throws out vicious insults and simply waits the crowd out, smiling slightly when a joke draws a groan instead of a laugh.

He is a central figure in the Austin comedy scene. Through his live podcast Kill Tony, he took the awkward reality of open mics—amateurs bombing in front of a crowd—and turned it into a live touring franchise. He sits at the center of the stage as a cruel host, roasting young comics or granting them sudden favor.

His solo material is built like a roast. He spent years writing for televised celebrity roasts, and his club act uses the same tools: minimal setups, deliberate timing, and targeted punchlines. He doesn’t tell winding stories. He writes compact jokes designed to test the boundaries of taste. He commits entirely to the ugliest premise he can find, leaning in rather than backing down when his punchlines generate real-world controversy.

He came up at the Los Angeles Comedy Store before relocating to Texas to become a fixture of the Comedy Mothership ecosystem. On stage, he remains exactly what he is behind the podcast desk: a comic who builds his act out of watching people squirm.